Saturday, December 3, 2011

Well believe it or not, a schoolyard poem has something to do with it... "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!"

It used to be that there was a wedding and then a pregnancy would follow soon there after. So, rather than baking two cakes for both occasions, people would just bake one big cake and save part of it to be eaten at a later date when the squealing bundle of joy arrived. Eventually folks warmed to the idea of giving the kid their own newly baked cake, but the custom of saving a portion of the wedding cake far longer than it should be saved and then eating it and deluding oneself to believe that it actually tastes good is one that persists to this day....who knew!